The Republic of Fake Testlandia is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its fear of technology, smutty television, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 3.428 billion Fake Testlandians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Healthcare, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buffering. The average income tax rate is 46.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Fake Testlandian economy, worth 74.4 trillion unicorns a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Tourism. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 21,697 unicorns, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation has a strict 'no marauding undead' law (Fake Testlandia has found 1 easter egg), community-designed sword prostheses are becoming dangerously common, cars are allowed to drive in bike lanes, and a full moon at night lets economists sleep tight. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fake Testlandia's national animal is the bitcoin, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is CosMc.

Fake Testlandia is ranked 310,671^st in the world and 40^th in Testregionia for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -14.33 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.